 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
As the Healer turned around, Brandon looked at what he was doing. "Hi, Healer Feirgrund! Are you... freshening the Hospital wing? What spell is that? Wait. I need to save my questions." Was there a limit to how many he could ask? Had he run out already? He shifted from foot to foot anxiously, but relaxed a little when Healer Feirgrund said he could ask his question. Did the healer know how weird it was that he let Brandon ask questions? Brandon had never gotten to ask adults questions before Hogwarts. He took a seat. "Um, I know I was here last week... and the week before that... to ask about being a healer, but then yesterday I remembered that you're the muggle studies professor too. And I wanted to know if you know lots of things about nonmagical healing too, and if you thought it was very useful." He twisted one of the rings on his hand around and around and around, looking guilty. "I promise that I won't take forever like last time. I only have this one question." Some things about him never changed. Like his endless healer questions, and his more-endless apologizing for things that really didn't need apologizing for. |